The Faded Guest
Arthur Pemberton had not expected the letter, and yet for seventeen years he had kept the empty envelope where it might have arrived. The house itself—Thornfield House, perched on a narrow bend of the Thames where the river turns its back upon London—had been his father's, and before that, his grandfather's, and before that, a nameless cottage that the Pemberton line had slowly, stubbornly...
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